dentity was a catamite raised by a noble in rural Vendée, practicing sorcery with that old aristocrat all the years, causing local people to suffer a lot."

"This is truly a shocking revelation! Who could have thought it would involve such a massive conspiracy!" one man commented with great interest.

"But if that''s the case, why would this Quenet blag his way into republicans?" another asked curiously.

"Only the heavens know!" the initial person shrugged dismissively.

After that day, the committee further relaxed their surveillance of this prison cell, assigning only one guard to keep an eye on them.

As the gaoler entered to deliver their meal, Edith noticed his distinct features.

He wasn''t particularly tall, but had a sturdy physique. His orange hair was quite short, cropped like a Roman, revealing his whole slightly round yet hard-edged face. His nose was short and wide, while his small eyes appeared shrewd. The eyes were blue, but unlike the infant-like crystalline blue of her deceased lover, they had a more noticeable grayish tone, giving his gaze a fierce and martial air. However, this fierceness was tempered by the full and thick lips underneath.

Overall, he appeared to be under thirty years old, only his rough skin from wind and sun exposure gave him a mature and weather-beaten impression.

Unlike the general apathy in the previous soldiers, wisdom and integrity could be seen in this man''s face. He spoke sparingly, but often regarded them with sympathetic and contemplative glances.

Several days